Idle Thoughts

Idle Thoughts When I write of a rose should I add the adjective beautiful I have never seen an ugly rose. Therefore, all roses are stunning But we can argue about whether we like red or white ones. When I kissed her tender lips was It since she had kissed a lot before? I held around her waist tenderly- a new adjective- and she gazed At me likewise well I`m not a Russian given to bear hugs. Her vulva was like a fairy- tale I ask you, not a moist ulcer then. Fairy tales is about sex starved princess`s with long hair in a tower A prisoner of her father`s idea of chastity and no knitting needle The curvature of her lower back Struts out like ski-jump in the Alps Petals falls of roses one by one and blinded by irrational by love We see again after an operation cataract and daylight seeps in. The road surface too potholed No one asphalts my road anymore.